Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Rekid,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.